Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. I don’t own Witch Hunter Robin, and I never will. Till I take over the planet!!!! (E-vile Laughter!!!!!!)
Amon: *shakes head*
Puff: Ooh, do that again. I adore the way your hair just moved. :P
Amon: *rolls eyes*
Puff: Pwease?!?!?!
Amon: *walks off*
Puff: Feh >_<
One-shot
Warnings: A rather gory death scene.
Amon waved Robin down another alley; the others had already gone their directions. She nodded and crept into the shadows, her dark clothes benefited her immensely. Obsidian eyes glanced at her momentarily before he ran into the last alleyway.
The hunter seemed to melt into the gloom of night, like his partner had, as he silently pulled his Orbo gun out of its holster. Carefully, Amon checked behind the rubbish that crowded the never-used narrow streets. Boxes, trash cans, and all manner of forgotten things created demented images in the light of the slivered moon. This near-perfect witch hunter was not affected.
A clattering sound rang loudly behind Amon. He spun, gun at ready, his eyes darting around to see in the shade. A stray cat flashed its yellow eyes, like orbs of gathered moonlight, as it slinked away. Amon sighed; he was put on guard by a feline. Slowly, he returned to his methodological search of the side street.
When he reached the end of the alley, Amon realized how quiet the night was. It was too noiseless for city life at the moment. He took off at a dead run back to the starting point, his mind flickering with disjointed images of what could be happening to his team. Amon forcefully pushed them aside; he could not afford to be distracted. To him, the alley was beginning to seem infinitely long.
After an eternity, Amon was back at the beginning of the paths. No one had returned yet. He sank against a wall, to catch his breath and to hide himself from his prey. The top hunter was straining his ears to hear the others as they hunted.
Just as calm was finally washing over Amon, a spiral of dancing flames shot into the night sky from Robin’s alley. A dark coat created a slight noise as the shadow that was Amon disappeared into path. It didn’t take long to find his partner, her green eyes filled with fire. She kept firing her pyrotechnic attacks; her target seemed to be random.
“Robin!” Amon yelled, getting her attention for a moment. He couldn’t have her cutting her search short by burning everything in sight. The craft-user stared at his pale features for a split second before another flare illuminated the dark alley. It was then Amon realized what Robin was doing; their witch was of the chameleon sort. Its shadow danced briefly on the cold brick wall.
He fired a shot out of his Orbo gun, but it simply splattered on the wall, a vivid patch of glowing liquid. Suddenly, Robin hit home as a screech filled the nighttime sky. A scorched form writhed, standing up to face its attacker. Robin and the witch watched each other for a split second before the chameleon darted forward and stabbed the girl’s neck. Amon shot the creature as it tried to escape; many more shots than necessary were fired.
“Amon,” Robin said faintly from her blood-covered place on the ground. The pale man was instantly at her side, applying pressure to the wound.
“Relax, Robin,” Amon soothed softly, for once he dropped his cold exterior. The girl nodded, trusting her partner to take care of her. Suddenly, she coughed and life-liquid oozed out of the corner of her mouth. The wound on her throat pierced an artery, not a highly vital artery, but one nonetheless. Robin was going to die if she didn’t get help soon.
“Am I going to die, Amon?” Robin asked as he called for emergency help. She had noticed his bloody hands.
“No, Robin, you’re going to be fine,” Amon responded kindly, forcing himself to look her in the eyes. He knew that, all in all, it wasn’t the truth, but it was the truth they both wanted. She reached up to her neck, fingering the gouge and feeling the warm blood as it poured from her. Robin’s hand drifted to her necklace chain after a moment and yanked with the strength she had left. The thin metal strand broke and she snatched both ends into her hand.
“Thank-you, for your kind lies. I’ll miss you,” Robin stated, tears gathering in her emerald orbs as she pulled one of his hands to her and dropped the necklace into his open palm, “To remember me by.” Her eyes closed gently as she let go of his hand. Amon was left staring at the slick red and silver pendant that rested in his palm.
Near-black eyes shot open and breathing was a slight chore. Amon glanced around his dark bedroom, the shadowed furniture a welcome sight. He was shaken, for obvious reasons, as he pulled his clock into view. The hunter quickly got out of bed and rushed to get ready for the day.
‘That’s the fourth time I’ve had that dream this week,’ Amon thought, not able to shake the image of the blood-soaked Robin lying in the dark alley. Each time, the dream became more vivid. It was like a movie that Amon was helpless to change; the hunter didn’t like being helpless.
Before Amon knew it, he was at the office; his body had taken over while his mind wandered. Everyday, the images were harder to shake away.
“Amon,” Robin piped from in front of him, waving a small hand in front of his eyes. A bloody Robin flashed momentarily in his head.
“Yes,” Amon responded blankly, prompting the girl to drop her hand.
“I’m supposed to tell you to hurry up and get to Zaizen’s office,” Robin said quickly, “It sounds important.” Amon nodded at her, as he walked off.
“I wonder what’s wrong with Amon,” Robin said offhandedly as she handed Michael his morning coffee. The computer genius was tempted to say something sarcastic, but stopped himself when he saw the worry in his friend’s eyes.
“He’s probably just brooding a little more than usual. Amon can take care of himself,” Michael said, looking at the newest member at STN-J.
“I know. It’s just that when he looked at me, I thought I saw a flash of some emotion in his eyes. Like sadness or something,” Robin told him, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Emotions? Are we talking about the same Amon?” Michael asked jokingly to distract her.
“I guess it is kinda silly,” Robin responded, smiling brightly and sipping at her coffee.
“Michael, I want you to find out all you can about this person,” Amon ordered, handing a slip of paper to the hacker. Dark eyes looked everywhere but at Robin.
“Right away,” Michael said in response, typing quickly and bringing up information faster than should have been possible. Robin knew when she should leave him alone and stood, walking to her spot. Amon was gliding away when gory shots from his nightmare filled his head. He turned around, finding himself face to face with the craft-user.
“What?” Amon snapped, catching the blonde off guard and she recoiled slightly. He was disturbed by the fact that he hadn’t known she was behind him, yet she was able to trigger the images.
“I just wanted to know if you wanted some coffee,” Robin said softly, looking at the space off to the side of Amon’s head, “You look tired.” She was nervously wringing her hands, physically saying she should escape from the path of Amon’s on-coming wrath.
“Sure,” Amon responded, not able to act angry at the girl today. Robin looked incredulous, grinned happily at him, and then rushed to get his drink. Amon went and set himself down in a chair, waiting to see if his partner’s presence alone could trigger the dream from his mind. His dark eyes were peacefully closed, taking away some of his deadly look, when the images of Robin dying flashed through his mind at full speed.
“Here, I hope I got it right,” Robin said, holding a coffee mug out to him, “Are you all right? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I feel fine, Robin,” Amon lied through his teeth as he accepted the steaming mug from her, “Thank you.” She walked off, leaving him to his thoughts. Amon had thought that his emotionless mask was perfect, though it could have slipped because of the horrifying imagery that Robin triggered.
“Amon, I have all the information you need,” Michael called out, transferring his newly acquired files into the conference room, “You want me to call a meeting?” The hunter bobbed his head, stood, and strode into the meeting place. In a few minutes, the other hunters had filtered in and were waiting to receive information.
“Okay, this guy has a lot of witches in his ancestry. I don’t know why we didn’t have him pegged for monitoring before, but it seems his powers have awakened. The thing is, I can’t tell you what exactly he does. I managed to get a hold of his vitals and am sweeping the city for his signature,” Michael said quickly, bringing up charts and pictures to show the rest.
“How can we know that his powers have awakened if we don’t know what he does?” Robin asked delicately.
“He displays a witch-specific vital that isn’t there in humans or seeds,” Amon answered, staring straight into the wall.
“Oh,” Robin said, signaling the fact she understood.
“Michael, notify all of us the second you locate this guy,” Amon ordered grimly, striding out of the room.
“All of us? I guess that means this is a big deal,” Sakaki said, sounding pleased at the prospect. He was visualizing bringing down the witch single handedly.
“What, do we just sit around until we find this guy?” Doujima inquired, smiling happily at the fact she could lounge and not get yelled at.
“I suppose,” Karasuma said in response as they filtered out to go do what they wanted. Doujima was curled up with the latest fashion magazine to hit the stands, Michael was playing some RPG, Sakaki was still daydreaming, Karasuma was reading a novel, Robin was sitting quietly, and Amon was nowhere to be seen.
Nearing midnight, a bleep resounded around the room and heads rotated to stare at Michael’s computer screen.
“We’ve got him!” the hacker stated triumphantly, writing the address down and handing it to Amon, “ I can’t bring up a map of the area.” Nobody heard his last words as they were already out the doors. They piled into cars and sped down the roads at top speed, trying to keep up with Amon’s car. Robin’s knuckles were white from her curling her hands into fists out of pure fear. Though she trusted her fellow hunter, Amon was driving rather recklessly at the moment.
‘The place in my dream,’ Amon thought, utterly horrified. He pointed everybody to an alley, sending Robin down a different path than the one in his dream. Amon went down the one he had dreamt Robin had followed.
He watched the blonde girl blend into the shadows before he did so himself. Trash was filtered through, Orbo gun at ready. An aluminum lid clattered to the ground. A cat with glimmering yellow eyes stared at Amon before it walked off.
‘That’s really odd,’ Amon thought, his fear rose and adrenaline filled his veins. He reached the end of his alley without event and silence hung heavily. A black blur sped to the starting point, stopping only when he had made it back.
To his horror, flames spiraled above the alley Robin was in. Amon took off at full speed again, happily finding Robin launching flames at random spots. This time, he didn’t bother to yell out her name; hopefully it would change events to a better outcome. The hunter didn’t know how he would take it if she died in real life.
Robin hit the chameleon witch, it fell from the same place that it did in Amon’s dream. It twitched and stood. Amon knew what was coming. He just didn’t know how he could react in the split second he had.
“Move!” Amon yelled at Robin, though he knew she didn’t have time to do as he said. He ran, firing his gun as he went, and pushed Robin to the pavement. The chameleon lunged, attempting to kill her. Amon, from his spot off to the side of Robin, shot a round of Orbo at point-blank range. It’s body collapsed, a burned arm held a knife mere inches from Robin’s neck.
“How?” Robin asked disbelievingly, staring at her stoic savior. To her utter shock, her hugged her quickly, before standing.
“Later,” Amon said calmly, pushing his ebony hair out of his eyes. The other member of their team arrived shortly after and a team from the factory took the witch away. They headed back to the office as soon as the factory van left.
“How did you know?” Robin inquired, hoping the car ride back was ‘later’. Amon cast his eyes at her, letting them melt slightly.
“I dreamt it,” he responded plainly, shifting his attention back to the road.
“What?” Robin asked, blinking her eyes furiously in thought. Amon waited to answer her until he had parked the car and could devote his full attention to her.
“Over the past week, I’ve had the same dream. Only in the dream, you die from a stab wound to the neck. That’s how I knew,” Amon said curtly, not about to spill the details or how deeply his dream had affected him. Robin’s jaw dropped as she stared into his dark gray eyes.
“You knew exactly what to do, because of a nightmare?” Robin questioned, though it came out as more of a statement. She brushed her hair out of her eyes, the emerald color catching the light just so. Amon leaned over to her, in a state of complete loss of emotional control, and kissed her cheek.
“Exactly,” Amon whispered, and then got out of his car to go inside.
“In that case, I hope he dreams a lot,” Robin said to herself, running a finger over her cheek.
Finish
Author’s Notes:
Yeah, I’m pretty sure I messed up Amon’s character (not to mention the timeline. But that’s what fan fiction is for) at the end, but he was really quite happy she was alive. Complete loss of emotional control ^_^ Yup, that was it. Review it for me please.